I’m lying in me beautiful white bad, sleeping in this beautiful summer morning in the beautiful city of Christchurch, NZ, and I read emails from my family and mates in Europe, half a planet and 12 hours on the clock away. They all say ‘bring winter clothes, it’s bloody freezing up here’ and I think: ‘what an idiot I must be to leave NZ this time of the year, when the country is, weather wise, at its best, with camping on the beaches, mountains, wherever, with cold beer, ice blocks and open swimming pools, with girls in sun glasses and short skirts, with tennis and cricket, fishing for salmon, cod, tuna or marlin, sailing… What for? To going to the cold and expensive old continent. Prince William is coming to NZ while I leave for Europe. Guess who’s right!